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[center][i][u]M e m e r i a[/u][/i]

[color=DarkGray]J o h n  C l e a v e r[/color]  [b]T h e  P o r t r a i t[/b]

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[i]This is a mirror into perhaps another world, to another time and place; one beyond the poison realm of the Land Betwixt. It is a beautiful locket that has manifested from some unknown force, contained within is a portrait of something that John cannot share, something that he keeps to himself, something he keeps personal. It s a perfect likeness of something beautiful, and gazing upon it gives immeasurable strength to the man who perhaps was a disappointment to those left in his life. The rim of the heart-shaped pendant is engraved with a few words, most of which are worn away or scratched off; only two are still legible: ‘Dearest John’. 

Whilst the painterly child has this locket resting at his heart, the ravages of the world will not touch him, hunger and thirst give way to the power contained within, but to him, and him alone. 
If John were to sacrifice the memory, then perhaps the sickened world he now finds himself in would, for a time, perhaps mirror that of the world John was born into, and maybe it would harbour fruits and game and running water; a small space of a land without hope would become an oasis, a beacon in the darkest of nights… just like the subject of The Portrait so dear to John.[/i] [/center]